“Rylie will want to talk with you about Stark more,” Trevin explained as they walked. “Get information about his location in New York, his movements over the last few weeks, his plans…” They had already gone over much of that while flying to the sanctuary. Rylie had grilled Deirdre about every detail of the asylum, including the material used for the building’s foundation. She’d exhausted herself coming up with information about Stark, and she would have been surprised if she had anything else to add. At least, anything else that she was willing to add. Deirdre almost regretted telling Rylie anything in the first place. Anger smoldered in her belly, and it only grew fiercer when she imagined the Alpha’s tearful, innocent eyes gazing up at her. Innocent. Yeah, right. “When and where?” Deirdre asked dully. “Probably after dinner. Rylie doesn’t like doing anything until her guests have a full stomach.” He spoke casually, like he was an ordinary man dropping Deirdre off at her doorstep.
